It is as if I am at my parents, in the driveway, leaning on the cars. My friend Lisa is there, and she is struggling with some bottle (much like a baby bottle, the kind with the replaceable plastic bag) that she uses to ingest medicine, but it isn't working. I'm trying to help her with it; it looks like it is just too empty to take up the medicine. I try to help her figure it, but she just starts crying, saying that if her dad were still around, he would know exactly what to do. I hug her tightly and try to comfort her.

Then I am going to invite her back to my bedroom to lie down for a bit, but then I look in my bedroom (which is my own bedroom at home), and she is already lying on the bed in her clothes. I start to say that I was just going to invite her back there, but I notice some other activity in the bedroom. My parents are moving things around, and they have set up a couple of other bed frames in there, like they are going to put some more beds in there. They are still moving things around.